Sunday, February 26, 2017

Take Me

how shall you take me 

pretty, little, lost lady

will you come to eat me

devour the vices from head to knee

and let your beauty enchants me

Friday, February 24, 2017


To understand the night one should first and foremost learn how to listen to the sighs and moans of the aether, just prior to and after a sacrificial offering. 

Only then and then only, shall one learn to listen to the whispers of the evergreen night shades, and the rise of the one whose light surpasses all shadows.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Take A Stand

Stand proud among the weak, the meek, the lambs to the slaughter. Take no shit from the shitty community, and set out proud to shit on their cracked skulls. 

All hail the stubborn fucker who did not want to budge from a test of physique with my front fender last night. You truly took no shit from anyone…

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

A Sense of Danger

Danger is that silent, tranquil, breezy, benign morning, when you are so confident about the future that you would grasp the open hand of a stranger….

Monday, January 30, 2017

A Homage Inspiration

You can always count on a busty pin up for some hunting ‘inspirations’. 

The kind that spice up the whole pursue, overcome and dominate ritual into a sort of pilgrimage.

As wordy as it may seem it does make the whole experience feel like homage to the divine atavism of time immemorial….in short: nothing beats orgasm with the full scent of blood at hand.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

The Art of Conversing

Is it not intriguing how some people just come out and talk to strangers, in bars, trains, or even restaurants? What could have possibly moved them to do such a thing? Do they think they have something quite significant to share to others that they just have to start talking? 

Having engaged in one of such ‘conversation’ I can safely say that the nicest way to end such ‘intriguing’ chats is always by stating what the initiator shall do, obediently, for me, whether they like it or not.

Friday, January 27, 2017


Sometimes, less or no words are actually a blessing, even in music

One should know that well after all the frustrating moments when a decision has to be made between keeping a hunting game alive, a little bit longer, or not and too many voices are trying to decide which one should be done. 

Less is, indeed, “more”.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

I Believe

I do solemnly believe in the mighty red one. The divine one who shall rip the skies when the hemispheres are collapsed and intertwined, and everything laughs thinking it is all fine. 

When the lusts and single mindedness of all are ripe for the infernal ram, coming on a lethal and speedy hatred, seeking countless detonations for all and everyone

Tuesday, January 24, 2017


To talk about purity is to feel the seeping bloodlust stirring and curdling inside, so intensely, all you could think about is the beautiful veins where all that beautiful warm life runs through. 

It is not a matter of ‘what ifs’ or other speculative non sense. It is a truthful, no holds barred, covenant with the primal and natural instinct of the taker, the intruder, the ravager, the absence of nurture

Wednesday, January 18, 2017


When is a bloody knife, an omen of foreboding times? 

It is so when the whole god awful world receives its due reckoning, as it stands naked in the freezing storm, lit by nothing else than lustful fires